As the last rays of the sun disappeared, the group settled down for the night. The day had been long, filled with shared stories and laughter. But as the moon rose high in the Lumina sky, an uneasy feeling crept in.
Benjo, standing guard, felt it first. A chill ran down his spine, an instinctive sense of danger. He scanned the shadows, his hand instinctively reaching for his weapon.
"Something's not right," he whispered, his voice barely audible. The others awoke instantly, their laughter replaced by alertness.
They huddled together, their eyes darting around the darkness. The magical landscape of Lumina, usually vibrant and welcoming, now seemed ominous and threatening.
Suddenly, a rustling sound echoed through the silence, followed by an eerie, bone-chilling laugh. The laughter echoed around them, the source unseen, the threat unknown.
As the laughter faded, the group was left in silence, their hearts pounding. The peace of Lumina had been disturbed, a new threat was looming. But who, or what, was it?